12 December 2010

day 516- Pledge - Last Day Party
This month has been craze-busy, due to the unprecedented success of our PLEDGE Project - 3 weeks= nearly 300% - amazing.
Today, the last day, I'm still a little overwhelmed by the positive response, the money raised and the many emails and cool messages, (and a few weird, but wonderful offers too!) received.
You guys did not disappoint, that's for sure, and we're totally grateful for the help, we needed it.
The cave is in a complete shambolic mess. The central heating is down, I haven't had time to check my post-box in days. There are boxes everywhere, paper, bags, drugstore goodies scattered around the place.
But, I can't remember a time when I felt so mind-numblingly happy. Getting up super early to get the stuff done, like a kid eager to greet Santa on Xmas day.
It's been really wonderful and I'm a little proud of having pulled off the project, the packaging, the mailing out, everything beautifully done.
Just like it's supposed to be: a special thing, made with love.
Next 2/3 weeks are strictly portastudio time, as I will try to demo all the songs, or as many as possible, that I'm hoping to get recorded at the studio.
The list of stuff I need to get done is still looming, but now, the world, british gas bill and everything else can wait:
it's all about the music, nothing else matters.
I'll leave now to celebrate our joint Pledge effort with a little whiskey I still have left, and a homemade lo-fi xmas vid.
Power to the People!

18 November 2010

day 492- Pledge Phase I goes LIVE:

13 November 2010

day 491- Pledge Preview
The RocketGirl rec deal was a much needed diesel injection. The label will be paying for the studio (25 days), and release of the album. How brilliant is that?
But we still need to raise a little extra cash to cover some of our expenses, so I'll be setting up a Pledge fund, as a fun way for fans to get involved in the project and be part of the adventure.
Not planning on any ridiculous expenditure, and here are some of the things we'd be using the fund for:
  • extra rehearsals.
  • sesh players: mariachi on 1 track + strings on 1 track (only!).
  • zones 1-6 travelcard for all - (studio is miles away from central London and quite expensive to get to)+mike's flight from LA.
  • a few days off work we might need to take during the rec session.
  • food and drinks: there are no shoppes on the island, but would be great to strike some deal w/ a couple of take-away places in nearby Hampton, so we can get a pizza or something delivered to the nearest bridge each night - (surreal, or as Yuuki said: poetic).
So, as you can see, no Prada boots on the list, just a few things to make sure everyone's reasonably well-looked after, we can all relax, have a good time and make a pretty record.
And here's a preview of some of the things you'll be able to get hold of on our Pledge fund:
(gonna be fun...)
Phone Agony Aunt Monteiro
Heartbroken? Wanna find out if your dirty little partner has been cheating on you? Is your sex life as exciting as daytime telly? Miss M, our residnt agony-aunt will dish out made-up advice over the phone and sort out your luv-life in no time at all. Call me!.
Phone-a-philosophical question
Just don't know what to do with yourself? Troubled by life's tricky moral dilemas? Our resident philosopher, Mike Chylinski, will take your call and tell you exactly what to do. Easy-peasy.
Play with me! Signed Kazoo
All you can possibly want for xmas. A signed Kazoo. You'll be able to play along to all your fave Drugstore tunes. Almost as good as joining the band, if not better!
---------------------------------------------------------------------- U-can-ring-my-Bell
Wanna impress your work colleagues? Make the girlfriend red-jealous? Get Monteiro to call you and sing your favourite song over the phone. Ring-myBell!.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Subscribe to the secret Black-blog
The stories that were too craze to tell, the angry diatribes, the putrid gossip, straight from the foaming mouth of Miss M. Limited to only 20 vip subscribers, and not even band will have access.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Set of 6 pics from the studio
Taken by the band themselves, hopefully when sober, 1 pic a week, over 6 weeks, sent straight to your inbox with a personal messg from everyone.
ICA tee . Get hold of this classy and supercool tee, designed by miss m for the ICA gig last may. Not many left.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Anatomy Demos - homemade 6-song cd
Signed, limited CD (15 only) featuring 6 of the best Anatomy demos. Homemade artwork and straight out of the cave's mini-pressing plant.
Set of 6 postcards from the studio
Cool, one-off postcards capturing the mood of the sessions, what we've been up to and the latest gossip. 1 postcard per week, over period of 6 weeks.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Handmade Aquamarine dolls
A labour of love, limited edition (15 only) of the little siren who likes to live alone by the sea. Sequined fishtail, fake hair, but magic powers of pretty persuassion dead real.
. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Monteiro album Diary
Booklet-diary with thoughts, pics, crazy-moods, found stuff, junkets from the studio. Only two will be made and each one will have its own dirty little secret.
A day at the studio for 2
You and a best mate can spend a day at the recording studio, take pics, hang out and inspect the chaotic, wine stenched world of Drugstore at close quarters.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- An afternoon at the Cave
Visit Monteiro's Cave. Play songs, inspect the pathetic shoe cupboard, tea and cakes in Kew Gardens. Go home with a bag of unique Drugstore goodies + a free hug.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Choose the album Ghost-track That's right, YOU can choose a song, any song, we will record a cover and the little gem will appear as the album secret ghost-track. Priceless.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Drugstore Hang the DJ set
Classic retro grooves, while band loses dignity on the dancefloor. yeah, baby.
Acoustic gig at the Cave for 3
You and a couple of friends can come to the cave in Kew Gardens, have a few drinks and enjoy an intimate and smoky, candle-lit acoustic set of Drugstore faves.
. . .
Acoustic gig in YOUR PAD
1 hour acoustic set of your fave Drugstore songs in your kitchen, bathtub or cellar.
. .
Details of how to get involved and access our Pledge fund will be published next week. x

12 November 2010

day 489- Return of the MaC
Had drummin' epiphany while watching that 'Anvil' documentary the other day.
Right at that moment the two old friends are standing together in the middle of Tokyo, in wonderment, happy to be alive after all the years of shared struggles, joys and heartaches.
Took a long breath, a very deep shot of brandy and decided to call Mike Chylinski, in LA.
I don't think there is a drummer left in London that we haven't auditioned and then politely sent away, and I just about had enough of wrong shirts and deadbeats. For as really nice and efficient all of them were, none could quite replace the very long and unmistakable shadow left behind by El Gran Gorilla, Mike.
And how could they? The man's got a degree in philosophy, for chrissakes, impeccable taste in everything, the intellect of a giant, and a heart as soft and big as his own shadow. And that's even before he even hit a drum. And when he does, it's always right, perfectly drugstore.
We just gotta hope that miss M and the Titan Americano will avoid clashing cymbals, and make the most of the beautiful album path that lies ahead.
Mike's coming back, and another great mini chapter is about to begin.
All hail.
ps1 - it really is m.a.c - mike alexander chylinski, how cool is that?
ps2 - i'm setting up a Pledge £ fan-fund, we're gonna need it...

5 November 2010

day 482- Finding a studio and the battle of Analogue x Digital
A decade ago if you'd asked me what makes a 'good studio', I'd probably have said: a Neve desk.
Then, no cool band worth their indiesalt would have considered making an album on anything less but the old Neve Master, and recording on a digital SSL would have been akin to supersonic suicide.
How things have changed. These days the snobby distinction between digital and analogue has blurred, and I confess, I no longer have any retro hang-ups.
The record company would argue that a good studio is one that delivers the album on time and on budget. Fair do's.
But from experience, having had the opportunity to record at a variety of different places, and under very different budgets, the best studios are the ones where the band feels at home, has a decent live room and good vibe, and above all, a sympathetic engineer who understands what you're trying to achieve.
As studio time draws nearer, a few fans have contacted me, expressing their concern that we might end up over-producing ourselves, that the album needs to capture the same 'intimate, warm feeling' of my homemade demos - and so forth. I agree.
But let's kill the debate between digital and analogue once and for all: those 'warm, fuzzy, intimate demos' have all been recorded d.i.g.i.t.a.l.l.y:
from my Roland Vs-16 digital station, via dodgy-sellotaped lead into the PC, into a pirated copy of FruityLoops, edited on freebie Audacity, then, finally compressed and converted into an MP3 on a torrented copy of Media-Converter-Pro - ufff... some journey.
The reason why it still manages to sound warm and intimate, it's to do with the performance, the way it was delivered, with feeling.
For me, that's where it's at, and whether or not it was recorded on a retrodesk it's totally irrelevant, really.
I've spent the last month researching studios, and the thing I was dreading the most was to end up at a place, in the middle of trendy Hoxton square, where they churn out indie bands all day long, with a grumpy engineer, who can't wait for your session to end, so they can get down and mix their own music.
I desperately wanted to find somewhere a bit special, which is quite a challenge when you're restricted by a small budget.
But, seek and you shall find - and out of pure chance, I came across this great little studio, set on an island on the Thames - right at the edge of west London, where the boundary between city and countryside fades, and all our daily worries can be safely left behind.
It's a non-commercial studio, run by a very cool guy, who's engineered, produced and worked with some very big names (he joked that he only works with 'tall people'...), like Paul McCartney/The Cure/Depeche etc - and it has a decent mix of both digital and analogue gear.
I love the fact that it's totally out of the way, there's absolutely nothing on the island, except for a few beautifully derelict boathouses, and getting there every day is gonna be a mini-adventure in itself.
We're gonna have to make the effort - I believe it will be worth it.
The studio is booked.

4 November 2010

day 481- Anvil, the documentary
As requested by some drugsters, I've uploaded the mini-masterpiece, that is: 'The story of Anvil' ----------------------------------------------------------------------

3 November 2010

day 480- England nil x 10 Brazil
A short entry to celebrate the victory of Dilma Rousseff, candidate for the Workers Party (PT), now elected: 1st President and guerreira do Brasil.
Lula, the ex-factory worker, union leader, mistrusted and snubbed by the elite, has proved that it is possible to combine economic growth with a social agenda: during his 2 presidential terms, through a number of programs, over 20 million people has been lifted out of poverty.
What a record.
You could mention the party-politics, the odd corruption scandal, which, let's face it, no political party in Latin America, or anywhere else in the world for that matter, is ever immune from, but no discord can overshadow the indisputable fact that the standard of living for the majority of its people has increased dramatically.
At the same time, while we read heart-warming tales of social and economic development in Brazil, it is very disheartening to see the British Conservative government doing precisely the opposite, as they, under the guise of 'deficit busters', shamelessly dismantle its social welfare program and drag Britain back into darkness.
This nomad budget champagne socialist is very proud that, alas, it is not the 1st World who is setting the standard and example, but south of the Tropics, a vast and chaotic nation of scantily-clad amazons and barefooted kids kicking ball on the sand, are showing the rest of the world how to do it.

23 October 2010

day 469- * Drugstore signs recording contract *
here I am baby, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours
I'm delighted to announce Drugstore have just signed a recording contract with cool indie label Rocketgirl, who will help and ensure this store will once again thread all over the spinning decks.
When I started this process, about a year or so ago, I genuinely had no idea what surprises were lined ahead, and was just pleased to have rediscovered my own voice, and a great community of fans, still willing to listen to our bundled up homemade stories and songs.
A lot of fans got in touch and suggested we set up a 'fan-fund', and raise cash to get the band back into the studio. It's a neat and interesting idea; But, from experience, I know that it's always better to have a few people around you, doing all those things that artists are not terribly good at: working out distribution, manufacturing, putting a team together, schedules etc.
But I also realised that given the current climate, the changes in the music industry, our band's own history and the point we're at in our career: having disappeared for over 7 years, that it was gonna take nothing short of a mini-miracle to get a label to commit to the project.
Well, a great mini-miracle has just happened, and as often with some of the best things in life, there's a pretty silver thread binding this story together.
This is the story of Drugstore and Rocketgirl:
Back in 94, as we played our very 1st gigs in the Camden circuit, two people approached us straight away, hoping to get a release.
The first, was the lovely indiekid guru, Neil Boyd, of superhip indie zine, 'Big Muff'; we gave him a flexi-disc of our single 'Alive'.
The next person was Vinita, who then worked at Che records. But before we could say 'yes' to Vinita, we were scooped by GoDiscs, as the generous chequebook of its flamboyant boss, Andy MacDonald, was just too tempting.
The years went by, and Vinita remained a faithful fan, turning up at gigs with homemade gifts - (remember that fluffy ciggie-lighter holder?) and always enthusiastic about our work.
Eventually, in 97, she set-up her own label, RocketGirl, but also gained bags of industry know-how by working both at Rough Trade and Bella Union.
By 2001, Drugstore were once again fishing for a label to release 'Songs for the Jetset'. I did not know this, and only found out about it recently, that Vinita once again tried to sign the band, but was outbid, this time by label GlobalWarming.
And that brings us back to the present - to the recent ICA gig last May - and guess who turns up, and as friendly as ever: the original rocketgirl, Miss Vinita.
A few weeks later she was at the cave, sitting on my sofa, bright smile brimming and as determined as ever:
'I want your next release, album, single, whatever - we gonna take the band to a studio, you're gonna do it and we're gonna release it.'
And so it is, that after all those beautiful years, the paths of Drugstore and Rocketgirl, that were always a mere 7inch apart, have finally come together.
I also want to mention Paul Bonham, who has been instrumental in helping bring the deal together, and the best possible source of good advice, good will and genuine enthusiasm.
A very special thanks goes out to our own El Pedro for sticking together like glue, and to all the fans, who have been supporting us, even when the lights were out:
we're in this together!
(and for the 1st time this week, this sentence rings lovely and true).
further good news: Drugstore have been invited to become Patrons of that great charity that champions the rights of music lovers and musicians w/ disability: 'Attitude is Everything'.
It's an honour and I hope we can be of help.
live snippet of new song CantstopmeNow - ICA - 2010

22 August 2010

day 408- A new LOGO for Drugstore
Bored at work? Know how to use Photoshop and Illustrator? Fancy yourself as an unrecognized graphic designer of great taste and flair? Wanna design our new Logo? More info here:
* Design a new LOGO for Drugstore Competition* ----------------------------------------------------------------------

8 August 2010

day 393- this drugstore now selling
Have finally found time to set-up a mini-merch store on Facebook, where fans and kind patrons can get hold of the tee I designed for the ICA gig. A few sales already rolling in - cash will be usefull to finance next lot of rehearsals, as I'm gearing band up for our 1st release and we dive into demoing-writing *pre-production* mode.
You can get hold of this tasty tee here:

4 August 2010

day 389- homage to a great film, Tampopo
A few selected scenes and personal homage to one of my favourite films, the beautiful Tampopo, by the great late Japanese director Juzo Itami. Read it here:
Tampopo, by Juzo Itami ----------------------------------------------------------------------

30 July 2010

day 385- cambridge haymakers + SGP report
A pictorial of the trip is here:
And here's a live snippet of 'Don't Throw Me In':
(shot by Gary Simpson at the Haymakers)

15 July 2010

day 370- A new song, a silly demo and a free pornopic
Superbusy getting the trip to Cambridge organised; We play the Haymakers on friday 23rd, then the Secret Garden Party Festival, 1st on main stage, on Sunday. Doing all sorts, from sending wrong invoices, mixing up setlists and just trying to keep hold of everything that needs doing.
Managed to put together a super-rough demo of 'Don't Throw Me In', but now missing the cool live-guitars, band version really brings it to life, with the decadent, piquant vibe the song needed.
Wrote another couple of songs, one pretty nice, but no time to demo them yet.
Also, squeezing in a super silly song - not to be taken seriously at all, 'Hardcore True Believers' - but it has a good story attached, so, just for the record, or as it will not be the case.
this is just me on the porta, rough-demo, lacks the cool band guitar-parts. would make a decent album track. (ooops - link to myplayerwathever fxckd)
----------------------------------------------------------------------HARDCORE TRUE BELIEVERS not to be taken seriously, pleaz
A while ago I went out with this guy, whose family were hardcore Christians. The further I got into the relationship, the more involved the family got. Never a good thing. I don't care much about what people want to believe in, from sex-driven abducting aliens, to some irrational miracle-birth, if that's what you believe in, no problemo.
But I do take issue with people pushing their views down your throat. The last xmas we spent together, when I was given a bible and a ridiculous book by some demented american preacher on how to be a good wife, it was a sign that things would never work out between us, and it was time to open the emergency parachute and jump - naked.
So I wrote this stupid song, had to be done with a churchy, gospel vibe, and it's as silly as it gets. I sometimes write stuff like that, that is never meant to be heard by anyone else, really, but the temptation to share a laugh got the better of me.
Can't really tell who's the sickest: them, the bible eating family from hell, or miss, for writing this stuff and deciding to publish it here, with pornopic included.
(but that 60's keyboard solo, my best yet huh?...)
---------------------------------------------------------------------- decided to delete HardcoreTrueBelievers, got on my nerves - only really like it when v.pissed. might make a return, someday. ----------------------------------------------------------------------

9 July 2010

day 364- A year in the life
A year ago I posted my 1st blog entry: it was about switching the Portastudio on in over 7 years, demoing a few new songs and organising the Drugstore Dingwalls reunion gig.
That week I had a meeting with Daron Robinson at the Cave, when we discussed if people would turn up for our show. He mentioned we had about 300 fans in the newly set-up Facebook Group, and I remember thinking: 'Wow, that's a lot of cool people.'
A year on, and edging towards 1.000 FB group members, purely on word-of-mouth, having sold-out both the Dingwalls and ICA gigs, signed to a cool booking agency, played Glastonbury with an exciting new line-up, and now with a clear path ahead leading to a new album and more adventures, I cannot help but be super-pleased at our progress.
It's pretty amazing what a mini-person can achieve, if the heart is in the right place, is it not?
It's clear though, that there's absolutely no way I could have moved the idea forward without getting help, for there is only so much one can accomplish solo - and I have to say, no more so than in my case, as 'cave in darkness' pretty much summed up how very isolated I was.
I have totally enjoyed sharing the stories, the ups and downs, and am genuinely touched that there's people out there who are hoping that the tale that can never have a happy ending will, at least, have a few new meaningful chapters.
The list of people we already have much to thank for gets longer each day: from every Drugstore FB group member, mad twitter follower, Paul B, Emma at ITB, Vinita at RocketGirl, Suzanne at AiE, Harry F, to every email and good-will message received, fans who sent me a mobile phone and a great guitar to write songs in, and even a new pair of knickers, the Cowboys gone by and the one's who are still standing, who have dedicated a great deal of time and effort into the project.
Everyone made a difference.
As we're now about to embark upon PHASE II of this shambolic masterplan: recording new music, getting the band to develop, release an album, it will be a question of vocation rather than talent, as the potential for cool new music is now very tangible and real.
Vocation is not something that can be acquired, it's embedded in your genes, it gives you stamina, determination, focus and drive to roll with the crazy flow.
This now fast-moving Drugstore Express will keep hurtling its way forward, shamelessly, and no Divine Intervention could stop us now. Coming with us?

8 July 2010

day 363- * FESTIVAL STORIES * 3 - Drugstore x The Levellers and the rest of the known World 
We have always taken pride in the fact that despite the boiling cauldron of passionate arguments, tears and heartache at the core of Drugstore's carousel, we hardly ever let that spill beyond the confines of our own personal enclave, and most people who were in contact with us will remember a friendly, funny, super-professional, easy-going, charming bunch.
That is not to say, though, that every one of us in the band had, on occasion, behaved in such ridiculous manner, that did not represent the way we were for pretty much the majority of the time. But, more often than not in life, it's the rare awful incidents that go down in history and get stuck on you forever.
This is a tale about pride and professionalism, as seen through the eyes of a very drunken miss monteiro.
I have a simple but effective breakdown system alert, that works pretty much like a set of traffic-lights: 1- GREEN: I will mention it very nicely (like: can you please try not to be late, as it's inconsiderate and unprofessional blah blah blah), 2- YELLOW: is an upgrade from green, when the importance of a request is emphasised, 3- RED: that's when the 'for fuck's sake' appears within the sentence (like: 'for Fuck's sake, just don't be late again, as this is getting ridiculous and it's totally unprofessional etc etc).
Beyond RED, I no longer know how to cope or reason with the situation. More often than not, at this stage, I'll either get the eraser/knife out and give up on that person, or worst, I'll just make a scene and cry and say things I don't really mean to. What would you do? How do you guys cope with situations like that?
And of all the things that make me turn purple-blue with anger, it is shabbiness, lack of professionalism, not doing something to the very best of your ability, that is sure to light up my fuse.
Before we go into our horrible tale, I need to make a point that Drugstore had the most amazing, hard-working and adorable crew ever. We worked with the same sound engineer Dan, roadie Bambino and TM Stevo for many, many years, stretching over a decade of non-stop touring. There was a huge amount of love and respect between us. They were great guys and we were family. But in the following tale, you will see how a drunken, frustrated monteiro would spare no angels.
- To the tale:
I cannot recall the year, or where in Europe this Festival took place. Was it Austria or Germany? Poland or Sweden? I just can't remember.
We've been touring around and for the last 3 gigs the bass-guitar went dead half-way through the set. It was probably to do with my own lack of finesse and playing it like a feral cat on heat.
The crew had tried to fix it, but by the 3rd time it happened, I probably included the dreaded 'for fuck's sake' in the sentence, so we hit this Festival in Europe with a hint of nervousness in the air.
The trip got off to a terrible start, the promoter picked both Drugstore and the Levellers at the airport. The Levellers were a sombre, large group, taking up most of the seats in the bus. They were like a micro-travelling-village/community: dog on string, babies on back, stove, tie-dye pots, just like we imagine they would be.
We sat at the back, a small unit of 8 - suntanned, drinking whiskey, thinking we looked dead-cool.
Bus stops at the 5-star HiltonPlatz, and just as we're all getting off, promoter turns to us and says: 'Sorry guys, no rooms left at the HiltonPlatz, got another nice place booked for you.'
Hummm. Don't like the sound of that, and just as I suspected we drove away from the city center, into the motorway and half-an-hour later into a half-abandoned carpark, et Voila!:
Wilkomen to El ShittoLodge.
You know the places? No reception, no mini-bar, just a dreadful car-park, where sad-looking underpaid chambermaids sit outside long dirty corridors smoking and planning how to get a visa. Where the memory of the previous occupant is still fresh with the surprise hair under the pillow or the used tampax in the grubby loo bin.
You see, we never moaned about accommodation, we would ordinarily have laughed about it, but the promoter made the cardinal sin of letting us know that the Levellers were being treated way better. Bad move.
I was the last one to get out of the bus, stood at the deserted car-park and traffic-warden like, raised my arm and shouted:
'Stop - stop everyone.'
They came over, band, crew, promoter. I said: 'Ok, the Levellers are playing the Rock Stage, right? Drugstore are playing the Indie Stage, right? What's the matter with you - don't you like indie music?'
Promoter laughed, but I did not smile back.
Emergency calls were made, and as if by magic, rooms were now available at the HiltonPlatz. It was just the thought that the Levellers were probably not even gonna use their 5-star toiletries that got to me, and us, man, we would have killed for a decent shower-cap and a free mini-bottle of anything smelling vaguely decent.
The Festival was quite a big deal, as big as Reading - the whole thing was gonna go live on National Radio, equivalent of your BBC Radio 1 - so I was absolutely adamant that the bass guitar had to work properly.
We got onstage, big crowd of indie kids, gig was going fine. I'm aware we're live on Radio, so making sure I'm not swearing. Everything going according to plan, but just as I've drunk the best part of the bottle of local red vino - and we're playing one of the rockier tracks - yes, you guessed it right, Bass guitar goes dead:
d e a d.
Something came over me - I just started shouting at the mic:
'Oh For fuck's sake, for fuck's sake, you fuckin kidding me?! How am I fuckin supposed to play my stupid fucking songs, play my fuckin idiotic bass lines if my stupid fuckin bass-guitar dont fuckin work? HOW?! - Fuckinghell Fuckinshit Fuckingcrap Fucking unprofessional bastards... arrrghhhhh'
I went on and on and on, you get the idea.
I then smashed the bass-guitar up.
Believe me, I'm a petite mademoiselle, it's not easy to smash a guitar up, it's bloody hard work. I then kicked the mic stand, kicked the monitors and stood in front of the bass amp, crying.
The audience, band, crew - everything stopped - there was an eerie silence - no one spoke a word.
I then made the 'f off' sign to band, crew, audience, everyone and stormed off-stage, red-faced and in a flood of tears.
What I later came to know was that the radio station went off-air, 1st-time in their history. You see, what happens with those Festivals transmissions is this: they set everything up, they listen to a couple of songs, adjust levels, then go off to the kitchen and make a nice cup of tea. That's precisely what happened, they were all chilling out, when after a minute or two of my mad-rant, someone spotted what was happening and stormed into the staff canteen: 'Quick, quick, no music, Drugstore gonne crazy, swearing, bad swearing, put cd on, put cd on, NOW!' Apparently there was a lull of a minute, a long time in radio, when the station went dead, just like my bass, there followed by that classic announcement: 'Unfortunately due to some technical difficulties, we're no longer able to transmit Drugstore live, and now some nice music from the Cardigans...'
Funnier still, and I only found out about this when we got together for the Dingwalls reunion last September, and Mike told me that when the whole thing kicked-off he stood by the side of the stage and overheard this Festival security guard, shouting in his walkie-talkie:
'Attention, attention, she's coming back, I repeat: she's not done yet, I repeat: she's coming back onstage - attention, attention!'
(pause- I'm now hurting with so much laughter, my face hurts, this is too funny...)
What happened was that I did indeed went back onstage, not to destroy anything else, but to get my cigarettes and whatever was left of the red wine, patzos!
By that point, the sleeper-bus that was to take us back to our triumphant UK return and imminent Reading Festival appearance had turned up. I locked myself in the back boudoir and spent the whole evening crying, just like a little girl.
Next morning, I need to say this, both myself and our crew were desperate to apologise to each other, take the blame, but there was no need, stuff happens and we just very quickly decided to move forward, buy a new bass-guitar and agreed that in not too distant future, we would surely laugh it all off.
That was an essential quality we shared - no mountain too big to climb, no well deep enough to fall into - we were smart enough to grasp the bigger picture straight away, and move forward very quickly.
And as we were moving forward, away from the Festival site and back to England, hard to believe, but through the tinted glass of the bus, the crew spotted a guy proudly walking 'round the Festival site with the broken neck of my bass-guitar, but whether he was a Drugstore fan holding priceless relic, or a Levellers fan collecting fuel for his stove, we shall never know. And that brings an end to the Festival Stories' Season.